Outside the operating room.
Shirley Thorne was blaming herself, and Florence Langley was wracked with guilt.
Shirley Thorne blamed herself for her lackluster self-defense skills, for not landing a swift kick to the family jewels of the man who'd ambushed them. Florence Langley, meanwhile, was guilty over her inadequate preparations; she knew some unknown boss was lying in wait, yet she'd still made the rookie mistake of being understaffed.
It wasn't a mistake a professional bodyguard should have made.
Ethan Grant agreed.
"Florence Langley, you're docked three months' pay."
Ethan Grant's voice was quiet, but it was heavy with dissatisfaction and barely concealed anger.
Shirley Thorne wanted to plead on Florence's behalf. After all, her security detail was always a fixed size; Florence couldn't have known the attack would be so vicious.
"Mr. Grant, what did the police say?"
